101 short stories
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101 Short Stories
Mercy College Sligo Chapel Street, Co. Sligo, Ireland
071-9143476 Teacher: D. Kearins
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Little things by Lana Nevin 3
Chapter 2 My Paradise by Leah Kelly 5
Chapter 3 Halloween Horror by Deia Carbonell 9
Chapter 4 Modern Fairy Tale by Leanne McGoldrick 13
Chapter 5 Fishy Story by Anastasia Vakhtina 17
Chapter 6 Disaster by Aoife Kelly 21
Chapter 7 Bullies Dont Win by Aishling Burke 23
Chapter 8 Everything Had Changed by Sarah Armstrong 27
Chapter 9 The Storm by Hannah Monaghan 31
Chapter 10 The Talking Dog by Chloe McManus 35
Chapter 11 Davids Dream by Mary Agou 37
Chapter 12 The Egg by Melissa Cox 39
Chapter 13 Carpe Diem by Calisha Devaney 43
Chapter 14 Terror by Danielle Callaghan 45
Chapter 15 Electric Chair by Grace Filan 49
Chapter 16 Night I Would Never Forget by Jade Gaffney 53
Chapter 17 Love Story! by Leah Fox 55
Chapter 18 Disaster Struck by Tammy McGynne 57
Chapter 19 Wishes by Mary Stenson 61
Chapter 20 The End by Amy Conlon 65
We waited for the teacher in the last classroom of the corridor. It was also
the coldest. I stared around our classroom. There were twenty of us, all
waiting for English class to begin. I sat rubbing my cold hands. The cold
draught from the window had banged the classroom door shut. I could
smell the bar of chocolate as my friend gobbled it quickly. I could almost
taste it as my stomach rumbled, pleading for food.
All of a sudden I heard the key being placed in the door. It was the teacher.
That does not sound normal.
Damn it, I heard the teacher say. Girls, I will be back in a minute.
A few minutes later the teacher came back but I could also hear the
caretakers worried voice.
Girls I called a friend who can fix this but, for now, you are stuck in the
As I looked around I could see scared faces, worried faces and happy ones.
Then one of the girls stood up. Her light brown hair fell softly around her
pale face. Ashling had big blue eyes and rosy cheeks.
Lets tell some stories to pass the time, Ashling suggested.
"Ok I will go first," Lana replied.................
As I sat in the brightly coloured surgery, it still felt like a dark, dull
closed in room. The smell of prednisone hung in the air as the white cleaned
pressed uniform of the medical staff moved around me. With nerves, my
heart pounded out of my chest, I felt the liquid spurt into my body. It was
the prednisone. I felt myself plunging deeper into the cold surgical
I could see the glistening white teeth of the surgeon smile at me. I could lip
read him saying.
Itll be fine.
My eye lids felt like heavy stones as they slowly closed
and I drifted into a light sleep.
I dreamt that there was someone who could save me from all this pain and
sorrow. I needed a superman, a superhuman, someone who would brighten
my day. Instead of being stuck here, alone, I wish there was someone out
there who could make me happy. Who could take all this pain away and let
me live my life instead of being stuck in here?
I awoke as I heard the crackling sound of the bin bag. I blinked my eyes a
few time to see Ben, the bin man. Hes short and stubby and I could hear his
deep jolly laugh.
I smiled and tried not to make eye contact with his sparking blue eyes that
you could see for miles. I was so depressed; I didnt even want to talk.
As he left the room I was aware of what was going on around me. I saw
buildings from a distance through the small window in my room. I also
spotted a bunch of needles in a cup filled with all the drugs to keep alive. A
mad notation went through my head. I could grab a needle and stick it in to
my vein. Then I could grab two more with my sweaty shaking hands and
stick them in. All of a sudden I felt weak and dreary. I was thinking of
Suddenly I heard a jolly laugh coming from the hallway. Then I saw the
handle of the door press down as Ben walk in. He didnt notice anything as
he continued with a joke he came in to tell me. He was laughing so much I
couldnt understand what he was saying but all of a sudden I burst into tears
of laughter. I realised straight away as Ben left the room that he was hero.
I know it might sound silly but Ben comes into me every day and talks and
smiles and never has a sad face. Even when I ignore him, he still comes in
and empties the dirty bin and tells me a joke. I realised that I might have a
bad life but Ben has a bad job. Yet he still manages to make my day just by
having a big smile on his face and getting on with his life. Things may be
hard and things may get harder but all these little things get me through the
day. Sometimes supermen or superheroes are the people we see every day.
The crowd hushed. The silence was defining. I delicately placed the
ball on the penalty spot. I took exactly five steps back. Then I slowly walked
up and hit the shiny, almost spotless new Nike football. The silence was
eerie. 50,000 people stared at me but I could almost hear a seagull cawing
high in the June sky. The blinding yellow sun blazed its heat down upon my
sweating head. The Nike football seemed to move in slow motion from my
foot. It was as if time had stood still. The noise from the crowd went from
silence to an almost deafening crescendo. It was as if a God had suddenly
turned the volume for planet Earth from 0-maximum. I looked at the goal
hoping the ball would beat the keeper and put us 2:1 up.
It all started when I was ten years old and I joined Strand Celtic. I loved it
and I gradually got better and better. Then as
I got older I got to play in a more central role.
I was inspired by many people who had gone
on and played on Ireland squads and it was
always my dream. Then one day I was asked
to go to an Ireland trial and I couldnt miss
out on an opportunity like this. The trial was
in Dublin on a lovely summers day. The car journey up was unpleasant at
best. I was very nervous and, when I began playing at the trial, I wasnt
playing as I used to. However I hoped I would get better and they would pick
me. It was a nervous wait as I waited for the call that would pronounce me
an Ireland player.
Two years later I was not only an Ireland player, I was also playing for
Liverpool (my favourite team since I was a child.) I was playing with players
who played in Champions League Finals and probably even World Cups.
It was the day before the Champions League Final. We were doing intense
training. We would be playing Man United, the hardest opposition in our
league. I didnt know whether or not I would be playing. The wait for the
game was agonising and I found it hard to even eat.
Finally the day was here. The game would start at eight oclock. It was all
over the news. People were coming from all over the world to see it. But I
was not thinking about the big shiny trophy you got if you won and the big
parties after the game. I was thinking about the big opportunity this was
and how, if I played well, I would become a regular starter for the team.
The game was getting closer and closer and the nerves were building. We
were in the dressing room waiting for Brendon Rodgers to come in and
announce the starting eleven. My yellow Predator boots lay on the ground
and I hoped that they would get an opportunity to play in this very famous
Aviva Stadium. Rodgers named the team but unfortunately I wasnt starting.
However I knew that I would play for some of the match.
As the game went on you could see we were struggling in the right midfield
position but the game stood at 1:1 at half time. We listened to Brendon
Rodgers summarise the first half.
Then I heard Leah warm up, youll be going on in right midfield.
I was delighted and I ran onto the pitch with a smile that went from ear to
The second half began and we had all the possession but we just couldnt
seem to find the target. I feared that Man United would score a goal against
the run of play but the game stayed at 1:1 with only minor chances for each
side. Then on the ninetieth minute, I was running up the field with only the
keeper to beat. I did a step over and tried to take the ball past the keeper
but I was tripped up. I fell dramatically to the ground. I looked at the
referee hoping he would award a penalty. He pointed to the spot. I jumped
up with delight.
I know it seemed antitheses but the shiny almost spotless Nike ball flew like
a rocket in slow motion towards the top right hand corner of the net. I had